Aan de oevers van de tijd

Eer­der deze week stuit­te ik op de vol­gen­de pas­sa­ge:

I lay the­re for a long time, let­ting my mind wan­der from one memo­ry to ano­ther.
For some stran­ge rea­son, lying in this room see­med to bring back old memo­ries that I had rare­ly if ever recal­l­ed befo­re. Some of them were pleasant, but others car­ried a tra­ce of sad­ness.”
[p.135 Nor­we­gi­an Wood, Haruki Mura­kami] […]  Lees ver­der